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Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Corsair’s Cove Orchard: The Complete Set by Rachel Goldsworthy, Shelley Adina, Sharon Ashwood


A green tip or three from Rachel Goldsworthy, author of Secret Vintage, Good Spirits and Kiss in the Wind

Loving local

I bike to work at the University of Victoria, where my whole job revolves around sustainability: reducing our carbon footprint, sharing stories about socially responsible businesses and about the cool things our students do. You could say that I think green 24/7.
I also think about food a lot.

At work, we have regular coffee dates and more people show up when somebody brings treats. In Corsair’s Cove, the town I write about, the first books are set in a chocolate shop and the second series revolves around an apple orchard.

So: food! Especially plants and ideally local. This cuts the carbon footprint of our diets because livestock produce a lot of greenhouse gases and so do the ships and trucks that bring us food from another country or another hemisphere.

There are other pluses to buying close to home. For one thing, it supports the livelihoods of the families who live within a few miles of me, who keep chickens or bees, or grow vegetables. In turn, they use a local accountant and pay local taxes. Also, real-scale farmers are likely to grow several kinds of squash, different types of tomatoes, varieties of lettuce and potatoes. Diversity is not only delicious, it’s good for long-term food security too.

When I add “seasonal” to “local” it can also save me money. I load up on kale and beets in the winter and spring, feast on corn in the late summer, and in the autumn–oh, the apples!

Corsair’s Cove is an apple pie and cider town, and right now it’s apple season in the Pacific Northwest. 

One of my favourite desserts is about as simple and seasonal as they come. If you can think of a fun name for it, I’d love to hear it!

Peel and core two or three apples

Chop into small pieces – about ½ inch to a side

In a baking dish, mix up the apple morsels with a handful of dried currants, a very light drizzle of vegetable oil and a teaspoon of cinnamon. Bake at 350 degrees for 30-40 minutes.

To be super efficient with your oven (and your time), slide this in the oven alongside your casserole, baking potatoes, roasting vegetables, or whatever else you’re making for dinner. It’s delicious for dessert, and also with cereal for breakfast, yogurt for lunch….

In fact, make a big batch and enjoy it for days!

Wishing you happy, healthy eating,

Rachel


Corsair’s Cove Orchard: The Complete Set
Secret Vintage, Secret Seed, Secret Spring
Rachel Goldsworthy, Shelley Adina, Sharon Ashwood



Genre: small town sweet romance with a paranormal twist

Publisher: Moonshell Books, Inc.

Date of Publication:  2018
Number of pages: 344

Cover Artist: Wicked by Design

Tagline: Let Corsair’s Cove draw you home again …

Book Description:

Corsair’s Cove has a reputation for being one of the most haunted places in the Pacific Northwest. Back in Prohibition days, it was a roaring hive of rumrunners, flappers, money, and betrayal. Big Tom Macfarlane and Marigold Mayhew met in the old apple orchard, loved hard, and died young, but their story isn’t finished. Because some betrayals have consequences that echo down through time … and demand the kind of resolution that only true love can bring …

That same apple orchard has now been sold to the local carpenter to make a home for his bride—and has become a bone of contention. Who knew that the cider apple that made Joe Johannsen’s family famous during Prohibition—an apple thought to be extinct—would still be growing there?

When Joe and Siena Panati discover the secret recipe hidden in plain sight, will it mean their future—or will it tear their friendships apart? Then Sam Wilson’s return to the Cove for an antique car rally triggers a series of ghostly visitations. The last thing he needs is for Marigold’s ghost to reveal herself to Haley Struthers, the botanist who discovered the apples. But Haley has something very real to be afraid of, and only Sam can help her. It all comes to a head when Lora Trelawney returns to the Cove. With the help of Spike the bartender, she discovers that some secrets aren’t meant to be kept … even from herself … and love is the only way that the Cove’s Jazz Age secrets will ever be resolved …

Readers have fallen in love with Corsair’s Cove, its small-town atmosphere and quirky characters.  The Reading Café called the Chocolate Shop novellas “swoon-worthy love stories sure to sweeten your life.” The Orchard series simply raises the bar—giving you stories as tasty as a slice of homemade apple pie!


Secret Vintage Book 1 – Rachel Goldsworthy
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Secret Seed Book 2 – Sharon Ashwood
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Secret Spring Book 3 – Shelley Adina
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Excerpt From Secret Seed by Sharon Ashwood:

“I never thought I’d see you in Corsair’s Cove again,” said Eloise Wilson as she picked at the cookie crumbs on her plate.
Sam’s gaze settled on his sister. She’d chosen the gingerbread cookie with big crystals of sugar on top. It was the same treat she’d always picked, all through childhood. Had two decades actually passed since then?
All families had issues, but theirs were extra-special by anyone’s measure. Now they sat in the upstairs bay window of the Zephyr’s Rest Inn, the space just big enough for a tiny table and two chairs. The stage was set, but Sam wasn’t sure of his lines.
“Sorry I didn’t visit sooner,” he said, sipping his mug of black coffee. No cookie for Sam—he wasn’t into sweet things. “I got busy.”
“Yeah?” His sister’s bright green eyes were apprehensive, as if afraid he might vanish into mist. “Are you sure there aren’t other reasons for staying away?”
Sam sighed inwardly. He loved Eloise, really he did, but she had to talk everything to death. “What do you want me to say?”
“The truth?”
He raised his head to answer, but instead of meeting Eloise’s eyes, something caught his attention—a flicker of something white. From his seat in the window, he could see down the long hallway with its double row of guest room doors. This place was nearly as old as the town. Sam would have stayed someplace more modern, but rooms were hard to come by in tourist season.
So here he was at the Zephyr. Even in daytime there wasn’t much light in the upstairs of the inn. Nothing dispelled the shadows that clung to old places like this. That alone made his skin creep, but sometimes—like now—there was more.
The young woman stood halfway down the dim corridor. She wore a pale sleeveless dress and a hat that almost hid her bobbed hair. When was that fashion from? The 1920s? 1930s? Sam wasn’t a clothes guy but he’d learned some history the hard way—like when it was lurking under the bed, ready to yell “boo!”
The woman saw him looking and waved gloved fingers. Sam looked away, finding sudden interest in his coffee cup. It was never good when the ghosts knew he could see them. They always wanted help with unfinished business—as if being a psychic automatically made him a customer service desk for the dead.
Eloise turned her head to follow his line of sight. “Who were you looking at?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked gruffly.
Eloise frowned at him. “Corsair’s Cove has more ghosts per square foot than anywhere I’ve ever been. This inn has six I’ve been able to identify.”
And that was what made them siblings. Other families went for picnics or took cooking classes together. The Wilson kids saw ghosts. The big difference between them was that Eloise had always owned her gifts, however much that cost her. He was the exact opposite—don’t ask, don’t tell—which was why he avoided this town like the plague.
 “Six hauntings, huh? I think I’ll be sleeping in my car.” Sam grinned to hide his thundering heart.
“It was Marigold, wasn’t it?” Eloise raised one brow. “A flapper girl? She likes pretty young men.”
Sam pushed his empty cup away. “That’s the last thing I need.”

“You never know.” Eloise licked sugar from her fingers. “I don’t remember you mentioning a girlfriend.”


About the Authors:

Rachel Goldsworthy grew up on the West Coast, sitting quietly in the kitchen of one aunt or another and nibbling homemade Nanaimo bars while the relations told tales. Some were factual, and some were true. When the time came to earn a living, Rachel took those listening (and eating) skills, and wrote for magazines and newspapers stories of the people and places of the coast. Now she’s writing the adventures of people she’s crazy about in Corsair’s Cove where love and family, like the tide, might ebb and flow, but chocolate is eternal. Every word is true.



Shelley Adina is the author of 24 novels published by Harlequin, Warner, and Hachette, and a dozen more published by Moonshell Books, Inc., her own independent press. She writes steampunk (including a band of air pirates), contemporary romance, and young adult fiction, and as Adina Senft, writes women’s fiction set among the Amish and other plain communities. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in Pennsylvania, where she teaches as adjunct faculty. She won the Romance Writers of America RITA Award® for Best Inspirational Novel in 2005, was a finalist in 2006, and in 2009 was a Christy Award finalist. When she’s not writing, Shelley is usually quilting, sewing historical costumes, sneaking another succulent chocolate out of the box of See’s Nuts and Chews, or hanging out in the garden with her flock of rescued chickens.


Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. And chocolate. And pirates. Chocolate-covered pirates would be a definite plus. Sharon’s books include urban fantasy, paranormal romance, historical adventures and more. She is the winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.


Monday, August 15, 2016

Interview - Enchanted Guardian by Sharon Ashwood



Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

Imagine encountering the Knights of the Round Table on the streets of your present-day city. Then imagine the mysterious, magical enemies of the past have returned to destroy the modern world. That’s the premise of the Camelot Reborn series that began with Enchanted Warrior and continue in Enchanted Guardian. Of course, these are romances and that means our medieval men run headlong into very modern women. These stories are great fun to write!

If you are a parent do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting? Any tips for time management or sneaking in writing time?

I’m not a parent and can’t speak to the challenges that presents, but I do have a job and a packed schedule and have had to deal with time and energy management issues. I take on way more than I should and then pay the price. One thing I’ve learned is to break down big goals into tiny, tiny bites and to be happy with only one bite if that’s what I can do that day. As long as it’s something—an email, a paragraph, working out a plot point—it will move me forward in small, consistent steps. I’ve come to appreciate how those gains will get me to the goal line on time and without a big deadline drama. It’s a very different way of working, because I used to hurl myself at problems as if I could defeat them with sheer willpower. Now I’m more strategic.


What would your readers be surprised to learn about you?

A lot of people are surprised that I work in finance and spend all day playing with spreadsheets.  That actually works well for me because writing is a change of pace and also because authors need to understand the business side of bookselling.


Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

I love historical fiction. History creeps into my work now, but it would be great to write a full-on historical romance. I love the beautiful settings and fine manners and all the political intrigue beneath that fine polish. There are infinite story possibilities.
Of all the characters you’ve ever written, who is your favorite and why?

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

There are two more books in the series scheduled for next year. I’ve just started on book three, Royal Enchantment.


What book are you reading now?

I’ve just started Cast in Silence by Michelle Sagara.

What is in your to read pile?


Like most book lovers, my TBR pile is huge and spans all kinds of subject matter. Near the top is a volume of Arthurian stories, a survey of secret societies (must not be very secret if they’re in a book!), a massive archeological tome about the ancient Scythian tribes (research), and Naomi Novik’s  Uprooted.

Enchanted Guardian
Camelot Reborn Series
Book Two
Sharon Ashwood

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne

Date of Publication: August 1 2016

ISBN: 978-0373009763
ASIN: B01CNMT0DK

Number of pages: 300    
Word Count: 85000

Book Description:

Enchanted Guardian- A love of legendary proportion

In another time, in a place once known as Camelot, they had been lovers. Torn apart by betrayal and lies, Lancelot Du Lac and Nimueh, the Lady of the Lake, had each suffered greatly.

But the magic of the fae had reawakened a man once trapped in stone, and Lancelot was determined to find his long lost love. Only, Nim was desperate to hide her fae soul, as she was marked for death by their mutual enemy.

Though centuries apart had not diminished their passion, they would once again face a dangerous test to prove each was the other’s destiny.



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Excerpt:
Lancelot caught her arm, pulling her up short. Nim scowled down at the long, strong fingers. Fine scars ran along his tanned knuckles, evidence of a life around blades. Heaviness filled her, a primitive reaction to the strong, aggressive male taking control of her in the most basic way. Once it might have grown into anger or lust, but now it confused her.
“Take your hand off me,” she said, letting her voice fill with frost.
“No.” He pulled her closer, turning her to face him. “You will answer my questions.”
Nim jerked her arm free. They were so close, she could feel his warm breath against her skin. “About what?”
His nostrils flared as if scenting her. Still, Nim studied his tense jaw and the blood flushing his high cheekbones. The heat of his emotions made her feel utterly hollow. His hand closed around her wrist again, almost crushing her bones.
“There are too many people here,” he growled.
“There are enough people here for safety. Perhaps I don’t want to answer you.”
His eyes held hers a moment, dark fire against the ice of her spirit. That seemed to decide him, for he pulled her close and took a better grip on her arm. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
He didn’t reply, but steered her toward the door, moving so fast she skittered on her heels. She took the opportunity to pull against him, but this time he held her fast. “Don’t.”
The threat was real. Her fighting skills were nothing compared to a knight’s. Lancelot could crush or even kill her with a single blow. Still, that didn’t make her helpless, and she would not let him forget that fact. Rising up on her toes, she put her mouth a mere whisper from his ear. “You forget what I can do. My magic is nothing less than what it was when I was the first among the fae noblewomen. I can defend myself against your brute strength.”
Just not against what he’d done to her heart. She closed her eyes a moment, feeling his breath against her cheek and remembering the past for a long moment before she denied herself that luxury. “Let me go,” she repeated.
In response, he pulled her to the side of the building, refusing to stop until he was deep into the shadows. The ground was little more than cracked concrete there, tufts of grass straggling between the stones. He pushed her against the siding, her back pressed to the rough wood. “Not until I’ve had my say.”
He had both of her arms now, prisoning Nim with the hard, muscled wall of his chest. Anyone walking by might glimpse two lovers in a private tête-à-tête, but Nim drew back as far as she could, something close to anger rising to strike. No one handled her this way, especially not him.
“Then talk,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Aren’t you even surprised to see me?” he demanded.
“Why should I be?” She needed to squash any personal connection between them. Even if she was whole and their people were not at war, he had betrayed her.
He put a hand against her cheek, his fingers rough. She jerked her chin away, burning where his touch had grazed her.
But he was relentless. “I’m told you were caught by Merlin’s spell along with the rest. I know what the fae have become.”
Soulless. As good as dead inside. Lancelot didn’t say the words, but she heard them all the same. “It’s true,” she replied. “It’s all true.”
His expression was stricken as if hearing it from her lips was poison. Good, she thought. Better to be honest. Better that he believe her to be the monster she was.
“Maybe that’s true for some. I don’t believe that about you. You still have too much fire.”
With that, he claimed her mouth in an angry kiss. Nim caught her breath, stifling a cry of true surprise. The Lancelot she’d known had been gentle and eager to please. Nothing like this. And yet the clean taste of him was everything she remembered.
His mouth slanted, breaking past the barrier of her lips to plunder her mouth. The hunger in him was bruising, going far beyond the physical to pull at something deep in her belly. Desire, perhaps, or heartbreak. She wasn’t sure any longer, but she couldn’t stop herself from nipping at his lip, yearning to feel what she had lost. A sigh caught in her throat before she swallowed it down. Surely she was operating on reflex, the memory of kisses. Not desire she might feel now. The warmth and weight of him spoke to something older than true emotion. Even a reptile could feel comfort in the sun. Even she…
Still, that little encouragement was all the permission he needed to slide his hand up her hip to her waist and she could feel the pressure of his fingers. Lancelot was as strong as any fae male, strong enough certainly to overpower her. That had thrilled her once, a guilty admission she’d never dared to make. She’d been so wise, so scholarly, so magical, but an earthy male had found the liquid center of heat buried under all that logic and light. They had always sparked like that, flint against steel.
But then his hand found her breast and every muscle in her stiffened. This was too much. Memory was one thing, but she wasn’t the same now and she refused to have a physical encounter that was nothing more than a ghost of what it should be.
Nim pushed him away. “I don’t want this.”

Something in her look finally made him stop, but his eyes glittered with arousal. “Are you certain about that?”

About the Author:

Sharon Ashwood is a novelist, desk jockey and enthusiast for the weird and spooky. She has an English literature degree but works as a finance geek. Interests include growing her to-be-read pile and playing with the toy graveyard on her desk. As a vegetarian, she freely admits the whole vampire/werewolf lifestyle would never work out, so she writes her adventures instead.

Sharon is the winner of the RITA® Award for Paranormal Romance. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and is owned by the Demon Lord of Kitty Badness.







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